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[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (gym owner+ your personal trainer Simon)

Simon notices you the moment you step into the gym. nervous, pretty, looked entirely out of place. He greets you with a nod and a gruff “Hello” when you saunter to the counter and look up at him timidly. Gleaming doe eyes meeting his and a bit intimidated by his presence.

“I want…want to sign up for the course…” your voice comes out soft and quiet, still a bit scared by the wall of man in front of you. His lips curl upward slightly, though his schedule is pretty tight already, but he doesn’t mind squeezing time out just for a cute and beautiful girl like you.

“The only time I’m free now is 21:00.” Simon said, asking if you’re okay with it, and you agree without a doubt. This is the gym closest to your place, and has the highest rating among others, you don’t mind if the session will start a bit later in the night.

He’s a great personal trainer, like the what the comments say on the internet. He’s meticulous, knows how to effectively improve your stance. You’re not sure if it’s normal for personal trainers to stand this close when you’re squatting, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath fanning on the nape of your neck. maybe he just wants to make sure you won’t accidentally hurt yourself, you think to yourself after few sessions with him.

Simon can’t forget the first session, you step into the gym with the sports bra and gym shorts, hair tied into a high bun that shows off your flawless neck, he wonders how smooth it will feel when he runs his fingers along it. His chest touches your rear when you’re lifting weights, “In case your grip slips.” He tells you when he sees the confusion in your eyes. His eyes glued on your hips when you just finished few reps of lying leg curls, ass cheeks so nice and supple, you breathe a bit fast as you keep lying on the training machine, unaware of him try not to form a boner from ogling at your moist lips and the contours of your body.

You’re a bit frustrated with the progress you made so far, asking him if you’re not working hard enough. Your slight pout is too adorable, and he resists the urge not to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’re doing alright, give your body some time to build muscles.” Simon reassures you, but he can still see the chagrin on your face. You’re stressed out, he can tell, and as your personal trainer, it’s his job to help his student unwind, yeah?

The disappointment and anxiety are thrown to the back of your mind when he sits on the bench in front of the mirror, two fingers deep inside you, twirling and pressing the gooey spots with you moaning on his lap.

“Look at the mirror, sweetheart, look how beautiful you look when your little pussy’s swallowing my fingers.” His other hand move to your chin, turn your head towards the mirror. You can see his smug smile even with that disposable mask on, his fingers shoved deep into your cunt, bring out your profuse juices when he drags his fingers out. The scene is too embarrassing, your cheeks flush with arousal and shyness when you shift your gaze away from the mirror.

“Look at the mirror, love.” His tongue clicks twice, tone firm without any space for you to reject, so you obediently look back, let out a high-pitched sweet whine as you watch how his cock sinks into your tight cunt, pussy lips pushed aside to fit his fat cock. “Fucking pussy so tight, so perfect…fuck…” He inhales deeply, landing a soft swat on your bum and makes you yelp at the comfortable sting.

He definitely didn’t choose to schedule your session this late, that no one will be in gym except you two, so he can bend you over every surfaces here and fuck you till you squirt all over the nearest wall. His hips never cease, shows you how much stamina and strength he has as the best personal trainer. Pinning you over the machine you did lying leg curls, the angle of the it allows your ass to arch up and let him drive his pierced cock deeper, each piercings knead and glide through your spots one by one every time he slams his hips back.

When your thighs’ twitching even harder than they were after your leg days, you looking up at him with dazed eyes, entirely blissed out from how many mind blowing orgasms he gave you, Simon lifts you up again, easily maneuver you to hook your knees over his elbows, he pushes his cum-drenched dick inside again, still rock hard and ready to wrench yet another release from your heavenly cunny. He walks you to the mirror again, every steps makes his hips bucks and cock thrust up in the force, and all you can do is moan and whimper. “too much, too much Simon…”

But He only huffs out a laughter at your words while he stops in front of the mirror, giving you the full view to the reflection—your fucked dumb expression, thighs spread widely and supported by his strong arms, pussy swollen and clit peaks out from the folds, yet your tight walls still massaging his cock nicely as if you’re trying to please him.

“So perfect, princess. look just right when you’re in my arms.” Simon presses a kiss to your shoulder, adjust his grip and let your weight help him to reach the deepest, the tip of his shaft rest against your cervix. “Let’s have the next round on the leg press machine, yeah? I know you hate doing leg press the most, maybe you’ll be more pliant the next time, because you know how I’ll make you soak that seat after the session ends, hmm?”

[snowluvvie]

ACTOR!DREW STARKEY meets FOXY!READER after her star-studded Coachella set ( only for like two, soaking wet seconds )

Coming down off the stage, the California sun beating down on your skin, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath—you felt like god.

Adrenaline still pumped through your veins from your Coachella set. You were fucking perfection, as usual, not one step out of place or note missed, and your ears still rang from the sound of the thunderous crowd when you'd taken your earpiece out for a half-second. Not to mention that you were dripping with water, thanks to the water bottle that had been poured on your head. Your glitzy shirt was soaked through and plastered to your chest, your bra clear as day through it, and droplets clung to your eyelashes still.

Your heels should've been unsteady against the dirt ground, but you were too good for that. Walking near the VIP area heading away from the stage, your stride was confident and fast as blood still roared in your ears and your heart pounded, tossing your hair and sending a spray of water flying.

"Hey! You were so amazing!"

A familiar voice makes you turn your head quickly, and you're met with the sight of a grinning Madelyn Cline standing on the opposite side of the barrier in VIP. The sight of her makes you let out a little squeal and hop to meet her, someone you knew was sweet as sugar, but that you never got to become as close as you wanted to be with. Still, she was literally like sunshine.

"Aaaah, careful!" You warned her with a breathless giggle as she went in for a hug, reminding her of your soaking-wet state. She laughed along with you and gave you an arms-length hug, though the warmth was still there.

"You've met my friends, haven't you?" Madelyn asked with a smile, gesturing behind her. Though you were in a rush to meet your manager, you weren't gonna brush her off.

Drew Starkey's eyes were practically popping out of his head at the sight of you—on the stage, moving the way you did, getting down, walking right by them and nearly right past them. Grateful couldn't even begin to describe how he'd felt when Madelyn had called out to you. Now, with you standing in front of him, he felt like his face was going numb—it could've been because the blood was rushing... somewhere else, though.

You can't remember which one of you offered your hand first to shake, only that when your eyes met and you started introducing yourself, it went on for entirely too long. "I'm Drew—and you were... amazing." It was like you were literally drowning in his eyes, like they were a shade of blue you'd never seen before. It was admirable that he kept looking at your face for as long as he did, with the sweat and water that dripped down your throat and the contours of your chest like a street sign pointing straight at your fully visible bra.

"Thank you so much for coming! I'll catch you later, swear!" Was the last thing you were able to hurriedly say, giving a wave and a big smile before running off in your heels to meet your team, who you were at least ten minutes late to see by now.

"You good?" Jonathan Daviss had goaded his friend as you disappeared around the corner, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah... 'm kinda hard, but yeah."

Madelyn let out a drawn-out ewwwww and socked Drew on the arm, but it did nothing to dim the giant, hazy grin that had taken over his face.

[an-abysma1-0bserver]

pleaseeeee can i request thunderbolts!bucky barnes x reader where they basically just act like bobs parents. maybe even a bit of bucky saying “now can daddy get some alone time with mommy”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: After the events with Sentry and the Void, the Thunderbolts* (New Avengers)—Yelena, Bucky, and reader, especially—are trying their damndest to look out for Bob. But what happens when Bucky and reader want some alone time while on Bob duty?

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI). Smut! Allusion to unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it). Mentions of bodily fluids. Oral (f and m receiving). Brief handjob. Language. Established relationship. Possible spoilers for Thunderbolts*. Spelling and punctuation mistakes. Bucky is a warning 👀. Anything else I missed.

Author’s Note: Thanks, @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf, for being my first request! I hope you enjoy this story.

I don’t own the MCU or Marvel Comics in any capacity. The franchise and its characters belong to their rightful owners. Similarly, I don’t own any of the gifs or pictures I use for my fics. All I own are the fic ideas (unless otherwise requested).

Word Count: 1,341

Masterlist

Buck let out a shaky breath. His fingers were tangled in your hair, curling gently, giving a soft tug. Your face was buried in his lap, his hardened length in your mouth and your head bobbing. It all happened so fast, so unexpectedly. You and Bucky were on Bob duty while Yelena and the others were off on a mission—someone had to stay behind and keep him company. You’d been injured during the last mission: a few stitches and a mild concussion. You were feeling better now, but Bucky was adamant you sit out of missions for the time being.

Bucky, on the other hand, graciously offered to stay behind and look after you and Bob—purely out of the goodness of his heart, of course. Certainly not so the two of you could finally act on all that pent-up tension—no, never that!

You were in the common area when the team left. Bob was curled up in his reading nook, a book in hand as he tried to keep himself occupied. Bucky had spent most of the morning and early afternoon training. It wasn’t until after your phone buzzed that your stomach did a somersault—Bucky wanted to meet you in your room. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, then turned to Bob. “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you said. “Do you want me to grab you anything before I go?”

He gave you a small smile and shook his head. It was classic Bob—always reluctant to trouble anyone with his own needs. The gesture made you hesitate for a moment.

“I’m fine, really,” he said with a shrug. “If I need anything, I’ll get it myself.”

You have a small nod. “Just let me know if you need anything—I’m here.”

Bob gave another, slight nod, murmuring a quiet good-bye as you turned and headed to your room.

You didn’t even make it into the shower. Not that you were going to take one to begin with.

The moment you stepped into your room, you saw Bucky sitting at the edge of your bed. His shirt clung to him, damp with sweat, and his hair was equally tousled and damp. His eyes were dark, his face slightly flushed—and the instant your eyes met, he was on you before you could blink.

Lips met in sloppy, heated kisses as teeth grazed skin and hands clutched each other with urgency, fumbling to shed layers. Bucky broke away just long enough to yank off his shirt, his gaze locked with yours the entire time. His chest was flushed, a light sheen of sweat highlighting every contour. You took a moment to admire him openly before slipping off your own shirt, leaving you in an old bra and sweat pants.

Bucky wasted no time admiring you either. His eyes raked over you before trapping you in another heated kiss. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as your hands cupped his face. He carefully laid you down on your bed and pulled away from the kiss. His fingers tugged your sweats and underwear down, leaving you exposed to him. Your skin prickled, a soft hum escaping you. Resting on your elbows, you watched as Bucky nudged your legs apart with his vibranium hand. His eyes seemed to darken even more when he saw your glistening core. He looked up at you, almost akin to a predator, wanting to devour you whole. You gave a slight nod.

Bucky gripped your thighs with both hands, spreading your legs further apart. Bucky kissed up your inner thighs; you fell onto your back, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. You felt his breath at your core, his ragged breaths and the heat he radiated. Without so much as a warning, Bucky began devouring your cunt like a starved animal. His tongue licked and thrusted into you. He’d occasionally suckle on your clit. Your back arched, whimpers and moans escaping you.

You could feel your release crescendo within you—a steadily rising build in the pit of your stomach. Your breath hitched when you felt Bucky’s fingers along your entrance, teasing you before slowly pushing in. You let out a low whine, your legs trembling as he started a steady rhythm.

“You’re doing so good,” Bucky growled. His mouth was coated with your arousal, eyes wild. You whimpered at the sight, shivering at the almost animalistic look he had. “So fucking gorgeous…”

His mouth latched back to your clit, suckling it, causing that crescendo to peak and teeter on the edge. Bucky’s fingers curled within you, brushing that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. Your back was arched, hands gripping your bed sheets tightly, looking for some kind of anchor, until you felt that tension snap within you. You let out a cry, your body trembling as a gush of release coated Bucky’s hand. He groaned against you, the vibrations making you moan as you continued to ride out your high.

After a moment, you felt Bucky pull away. You hissed at the feeling, at the emptiness that washed over you. Slowly resting against your elbows, you watched as the former assassin worked to take off the rest of his clothes. You could see his erection straining against his pants, thick and heavy. As Bucky’s pants fell, you hummed at the sight of his member—reddened tip already leaking, the veins and thickness making your mouth water. Maneuvering onto your knees, you pushed Bucky onto the bed. He watched as you clamored off the bed and moved his legs enough for you to kneel between them.

“Doll, you don’t have to—” he started. Your hand wrapped around the base of him, stopping Bucky’s words in his throat.

“I want to,” you murmured, your hand slowly pumping along his length. Bucky let out a low groan, his head falling back. You used his pre-cum as lubricant, working him the way you know he loves. Your pace switched from slow to quick, feeling him twitch in your hand as you edged him to his own release.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groaned. “I-I—You’re so good—Oh my God—”

You hummed. “You’re so big,” you sighed. You gently licked the tip of his cock. He hissed, twitching in your hand. You dragged your lips down his length, continuing to pump him until you reached his sac. It was heavy, full. You gave it a gentle lick, your lips wrapping around it and began suckling. The sounds Bucky let out were borderline pornographic. His thighs tensed, heart jumping in his chest as you brought him so close to the edge.

You released his sac from your mouth. Bucky gasped. You kissed and licked up his cock until you reached his tip, licking the bead of pre-cum off before slowly taking his member into your mouth. Bucky moaned. Your head bobbed, hands gripping Bucky’s thighs like a lifeline. His vibranium hand tangled in your hair, gently tugging on the strands. It didn’t take long for Bucky to feel his balls draw up, his body tensing as his release built up. You could feel it too—the way his vein felt more prominent, how he twitched and tensed beneath you.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grunted. His hips thrusted up into your mouth, his hand holding you in place as he sought out his release. “Take it—fuck, you’re gonna take it—”

With one final thrust, rope after rope of his cum spurted in your mouth. Bucky gasped and groaned, his hand pushing your face as far as it could go. Your nose nudged against his pubic hair, tears welling in your eyes as he kept cumming. After a minute, he released your hair and you slowly pulled his softening member from your mouth. Wiping your eyes, you swallowed what he gave you with an appreciative sound.

“You okay?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah. You?” He nodded. “You still up for…?”

“You know I am.” A smirk came across the super soldier’s features. “Just let me catch my breath first.”

[jennxxe]

Turtle dad, pillow prince.

pairing — bobby campbell x fem! reader

summary — your boyfriend’s house is finally empty. well, besides for a certain lil friend.

warnings — 18+, sex, p in v, no protection, blow job, multiple orgasms, submissive bobby, blow job, hand job, cursing, sexual themes, he is whiny as hell

a/n — i mf love this dude (and paco). thought he’d be a stereotypical frat boy but boy, was i wrong.

His room smells like fresh linen and cedarwood. But not cologne—him. It's in the sheets, in the hoodie crumpled on the chair, in the air itself. It's that clean, sun-warmed scent you could lose yourself in. The blinds are tilted just enough to let the late afternoon light slant in, gold and heavy, catching the floating dust like it’s caught in a slow-motion fall. The air is quiet, and hot. Not from the weather, not really. From him. From the way he’s looking at you like he’s never going to forgive himself if he fucks this up.

The bed dips with a creak as his knees sink in on either side of your hips. His fingers ghost over your stomach like the idea of you naked is something he’s still getting used to. Like he’s scared this is one of those dreams he’s going to wake up from, hard and aching and alone in the dark. And god, it’s quiet in the house for once. No siblings yelling, no mom calling for help with the groceries. Just you, spread beneath him. He can't believe he got this lucky.

You feel his breath before you feel his lips—hot and trembling against your collarbone, your throat, the curve of your shoulder. His mouth moves in reverence, slow and searching, like he’s trying to kiss away the space between wanting and having.

“Are you sure?” he asks for the third time. And it’s not about hesitance, it’s awe… and shyness. His voice is low, a little hoarse, as if he’s trying to speak around the knot in his throat. His eyes are wide, open, searching. Like he's already ruined by the way you're looking at him and needs to know it’s real before he lets himself fall. Like he’s scared he’ll blink and you’ll be gone.

“I’ve been sure since before you locked the door,” you murmur, and your voice is lower now too, pulled down by the weight of what you’re about to do. Your fingers slip past the waistband of his sweatpants, slow and deliberate, until you feel him twitch under your touch. He's so hard already, so warm against your palm, like his body’s been waiting for this longer than his brain has. He gasps, hips jerking forward just a little—uncontrolled, instinctive. You look up, and his mouth is parted, breath shaky, eyes almost pleading.

He blushes visibly. His breath catches in his throat, and he nods like he’s been given a sacred mission. When you giggle, soft and breathless, it jolts him like a live wire. Bobby’s never had anyone like this. No experience to fall back on. No muscle memory. Just raw, open want. You’re his first girlfriend, his first everything.

His hand slides under your shirt, slow and tentative, fingers spreading out like he wants to cover as much of you as possible. Not grabbing. Just feeling. The curve of your waist. The warm stretch of your skin over ribs. A shudder runs through you as his palm skims over the soft plane of your belly.

With slightly shaky hands, he grips the hem of your shirt and slowly peels it up and over your head, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of skin. His breath hitches as he takes in the sight of you, bare and wanting. A barely perceptible nod from you is all the encouragement he needs. His lips crash against yours in a clumsy but hungry kiss, desperate and deep. Your legs wrap around his hips, drawing him closer, and a low groan rumbles from his chest.

His hand grazes under your bra and you whimper into his mouth, and his whole body shudders. Warm hands map the contours of your body, learning every dip and swell by heart. He traces the sensitive skin beneath your breasts, earning a breathy whimper that vibrates against his lips. His hips press urgently against yours, the evidence of his arousal hot and hard through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

Kisses trail down the column of your throat, along your collarbone, lower still to the valley between your breasts. The anticipation builds between you, a coil of tension winding tighter with each passing second. His hands skim down your sides, graze the outsides of your thighs, pushing your pants down to pool at your ankles. He settles between your parted legs, the fabric of his sweatpants an amazing friction against your most sensitive flesh.

Slowly, deliberately, he rocks his hips against yours, the delicious pressure building to a fever pitch. The charged silence broken only by your ragged breaths and the distant thrum of your hearts beating as one. His scent envelops you, musk and male, with an undertone of something uniquely him. Intoxicating. Addictive.

"A-aah," he breathes out, his nervous chuckle came out a little too whiny, "you're driving me crazy, baby—“ There’s that usual whimper in his voice now. One thing was very certain, he was not used to being the dominant one. At all. But he wanted to try it, that is why you’re doing it this way this time.

A smile plays on your lips as the heat between your bodies is palpable, an electric current that sets every nerve alight. His boxers and your lace panties lay forgotten on the floor, discarded in haste as your naked flesh melds together. You roll your hips against his in a slow, sensual grind, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.

His hands grip your thighs again, kneading the soft flesh as he meets your movements grind for grind. The air around you grows heavy with desire, thick with the sounds of your mingled moans and the slick slide of skin on skin.

"You feel so good," he whimpers against your mouth, breaking away to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "S-so perfect—“ Your fingers thread through his blonde hair, tugging lightly as you arch into him, craving more of his touch. It’s sweet and messy and just starting to get lost in heat when—

“Oh nouuu.”

He freezes.

You blink.

Disoriented by the sudden shift in atmosphere. His voice isn’t lustful, it’s horrified. He sits up, chest rising and falling fast, eyes darting around the room. “Paco,” he breathes like he just remembered he left the stove on.

You’re still halfway to breathless, hair stuck to your neck, thighs parted beneath him. “Paco?” you echo, barely comprehending.

“My turtle!” he says, gesturing wildly toward the terrarium in the corner of the room. It’s lit by a little UV lamp and nestled with rocks and fake plants. Inside, the little green thing is motionless, watching. Always watching.

“Bobby,” you say, trying not to laugh, “is your turtle watching us right now?”

He looks mortified. His hands fly to his hair. “I—I forgot he was in here! He’s just a little guy! He shouldn’t be witnessing this! His tiny turtle brain can’t handle it!”

Bobby basically flies off the bed and crouches in front of the terrarium like he’s addressing a tiny god. “Oh, buddy. I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

You cover your mouth, trying not to burst into laughter, but your shoulders shake. You curl sideways into the sheets, helpless.

Bobby turns, holding up a sock like it’s a magical veil. He tosses it gently—very gently—toward the top of the tank. It lands, slides off, flops onto the floor. Paco doesn’t flinch.

“I can’t do this,” Bobby mutters, half to himself. “He’s just watching. Judging. Probably emotionally scarred now.”

You crawl behind him, pressing your bare chest to his back, wrapping your arms around his warm torso. “He’s probably proud of you.”

He chokes out a laugh and looks over his shoulder, blushing furiously. “Don’t say that. That’s so wrong.”

You’re wheezing by now, face pressed to the pillow. “Bobby. He’s a turtle. He has no concept of sin.”

He groans, tipping his head back against you. “Nooo, but now I feel weird! Like… like I brought my kid to a makeout session. It’s wrong. I should at least put him in the bathroom or something.”

“Oh my god, Bobby.”

He stands, still very much naked, and grabs the terrarium with both arms like it’s a sacred relic. You cover your mouth, wheezing.

“Babe, don’t laugh,” he says as he gently carries Poco into the bathroom. “He’s family.”

“I know,” you manage between giggles, “but you’re literally cockblocking yourself with your own turtle.”

The bathroom door opens. The light clicks on. A moment later, it closes with the softest click. Silence returns.

He appears again in the doorway, sheepish and flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay,” he says, like he just saved the world. “He’s safe. He’s distracted. I gave him lettuce.”

You open your arms to him. “You done being a turtle dad?”

You stretch out across the bed, still giggling softly, watching him return like a knight after an absurd battle. His face still bears that half-serious, half-goofy earnestness, like he’s not quite sure whether to feel proud or ridiculous.

He crawls back into bed, face still red, grinning. “Yeah. But I swear to God if Paco starts scratching the door mid-thrust, I’m throwing myself out the window.”

“Now,” you whisper against his lips, “where were we before your son interrupted?”

He climbs back over you, slow now, dragging the sheets with him. His weight returns like gravity. Your hands find his shoulders, his neck, his jaw.

This time, when his mouth finds yours again, it’s hungrier. He kisses you harder this time, still sweet, still reverent, but something in him’s loosened. The moment is less clumsy now, less boyish in its hesitation. Like putting Paco in the bathroom gave him permission to let go. Despite him letting go and trying to be a tough guy, you see it anyway, that tension still folded into his body, hiding beneath the muscles and soft moans. He wants this so bad he’s shaking with it. But he doesn’t know where to put his hands. He doesn’t know what to ask for.

That’s fine. You’ll teach him.

You drag your fingers down his chest, nails grazing over taut muscle, and he gasps like it’s too much and not enough all at once. His hips twitch forward against your thigh, and that’s when you realize how badly he’s aching. Rock-hard and pulsing against nothing.

So you take him by the jaw.

Gently. Like holding something fragile. But firm enough that his blue eyes snap to yours wide, wet. So fucking desperate. He looks like a puppy begging silently for a treat.

“Lie back,” you whisper.

And he does. Immediate. No questions. Flat on his back, legs spread just enough, his abs tensing as you straddle him, dragging your bare heat along the line of his cock. His mouth falls open. His hands hover, unsure where to go.

“Touch me?” he asks, like it’s holy.

You take his wrists and place them above his head, pressing them into the sheets. “You don’t move unless I say.”

He nods. Fast. “Okay. Yeah. Whatever you want.”

You lean down to his ear, voice a low whisper: “I own you right now, Bobby.”

And the sound he makes—half-whimper, half-prayer—is filthy enough to echo. His head tips back. His neck’s flushed. You can feel him trembling under you. You grind down, slow and purposeful, letting him feel the heat of you through the tiniest drag of friction, and he sobs out your name.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” he gasps. “I—baby, I’ll fucking blow already, don’t—”

You still your hips. Lean down again.

“You’re not coming until I say.”

“Yes ma’am,” he breathes, dazed.

The nickname slips out of him without thought. Like instinct. His brain’s not driving anymore, just the need to please you. To earn you.

You kiss your way down his chest. He whines every time your lips leave his skin. His thighs twitch when you breathe against the head of his cock. He’s leaking so much already it’s a mess and you love that. You love how desperate he is for your mouth, how he’s holding onto the sheets like they’re the only thing anchoring him to this plane of reality.

And when you finally take him, slow, inch by inch, watching his head press back into the pillow, his back arching like he’s being lifted out of his body, he cries. Not loudly. But you feel the sound at the back of his throat.

He's so sensitive. All that size and muscle and strength, and yet here he is—reduced to a trembling, wrecked thing under you, whispering how good you feel, how perfect you are, how he never wants anyone else to touch him ever again.

“Gonna be so good for you,” he pants, eyes fluttering shut. “Promise. I’ll do anything—just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His head falls back with a shuddering groan as your soft lips wrap around his throbbing shaft. You take him deep, inch by inch, until he's hitting the back of your throat. The sensation is overwhelming, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core.

"Fuck, please-" he whimpers, hips twitching involuntarily as you begin to bob your head, taking him even deeper with each pass. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive head, lapping up the salty bead of pre-cum that leaks from the tip.

You hollow your cheeks, sucking hard as you slide your lips up and down his length. The obscene sounds of your slurping fill the room, mixing with his desperate moans and the occasional gasp as you deep throat him.

His hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding back, not wanting to rush this moment. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, his climax building rapidly as you work him over.

"Oh god, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum," he chokes out, voice ragged with need. But you don't let up, doubling your efforts as you take him all the way down your throat, nose pressed against his pelvis as you swallow around his pulsing length.

By the time you let him come, he doesn’t even get a warning out.

With a hoarse cry, he finally lets go, spurting hot and thick down your eager throat. You swallow it down, milking him for every last drop as he shakes and shudders beneath you, completely undone by the intensity of his release. His whole body locks and shudders—long, shaking sobs wracking through him as he borders on overstimulation on your tongue, moaning so sweetly it’s almost pitiful.

When you finally pull off, his softening cock slips from your lips with a wet pop. He's left boneless and panting, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. A look of pure adoration lights up his face as he gazes down at you, eyes glazed and unfocused.

You kiss your way back up his body and he clings to you like you’re all that’s keeping him together.

“Did I do good?” he whispers.

You smile against his jaw. “You were perfect.”

And he just nods, nuzzling against your neck, mumbling: “I’d let you do anything to me.”

You snuggle close to him, your body molding perfectly against his as you trace lazy patterns on his chest. His breath hitches slightly at your touch, and you feel his heartbeat pick up pace once more beneath your palm.

He looks at you with those big, innocent eyes, pupils blown wide with desire and longing.

You feel him hardening again against your hip, his length growing and twitching with each passing second. Leaning down, you press a feather-light kiss to his forehead, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

"I love making you feel good," you whisper against his lips. "You're so perfect, so responsive. I could do this forever."

Slowly, tenderly, you wrap your hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. He gasps, hips jerking up into your touch as a full-body shudder wracks his frame. “O-oh—“

After bringing him to the brink and back down again, you position yourself above him, hovering with your knees on either side of his hips. He looks up at you with pure, unadulterated worship in his eyes, hands coming to rest tentatively on your thighs.

"Please," he whispers, voice raw with need. "I want to feel you. Want to be inside you."

Smiling down at him, you reach between your bodies and grasp his throbbing length, stroking it a few times before notching the head at your entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, you sink down onto him, inner walls stretching deliciously around his girth.

“A-aah-“ he moans, head tipping back as he tries to hold still and let you set the pace. You start to move then, lifting your hips until just the tip remains sheathed before sliding back down, taking him to the root. You find a steady rhythm, rolling your hips in sinuous figure eights as you ride him deep and hard.

"Oh fuck," you moan, tossing your head back in ecstasy. "You fill me up so good, baby. Stretching me in all the right ways."

You guide his hands to your hips, urging him to take control. He looks up at you with those big, pleading eyes, silently begging for permission. You give him a small nod, and he grips you tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he starts to move you up and down his length.

"Pl— ngggh— please," he whimpers, voice breaking on a moan as you engulf him completely. “You feel so g-good—“

You brace your hands on his chest, using the leverage to bounce on his cock with increasing fervor. Each downward thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body, making your toes curl and your breath come in short, sharp gasps.

“That's it, baby,” you encourage, rolling your hips. “Take what you need. Use me to feel good.”

"Yes, yes!" he cries out, hips snapping up to meet your downward movements. His face is flushed, lips parted as he pants and moans, utterly consumed by the intense sensations coursing through him.

You can feel him throbbing inside you, his cock pulsing with each beat of his racing heart. He's so close, teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion. You want to push him over, to make him shatter in your arms.

Leaning down, you capture his lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his desperate whimpers as you ride him harder, faster, chasing your own release. His hands roam your body frantically, caressing every inch of bare skin he can reach.

"Please," he begs against your mouth, voice whiny with need. "I'm so close. Don't stop, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!"

You feel your own climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. A few more deep, powerful thrusts and you're flying apart, inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically as waves of ecstasy crash over you.

"Oh fuck, oh god!" he sobs, hips jerking erratically as his orgasm slams into him. "Yesss!"

You ride out the aftershocks together, bodies locked in a passionate embrace, until the last tremors fade away. You collapse against his chest, both of you sweaty and breathless, basking in the glow of your shared pleasure.

You’re still tangled up in him, limbs heavy, hearts pounding in sync. The room’s gone quiet again, except for your shared breathing, shallow and stunned. Your skin sticks where it touches his, but neither of you makes a move to untangle. Not yet.

"That was..." he tries again, but the words fail him. His voice is wrecked, hoarse with awe and something a little dazed. “Incredible. You’re... you’re amazing.”

You smile, press a kiss to his forehead, just above the little curl damp with sweat. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, stud. I could definitely get used to this.”

That makes him whimper.

Literally whimper.

His arms wrap tighter around your waist, pulling you into his chest like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “You’ll kill me. I’ll combust.”

“You already did,” you tease gently, fingers tracing the line of his spine. “And you did so good.”

He hides his face against your neck and groans. “Stop. You’re gonna short-circuit me. My heart’s doing weird things.”

You giggle, shifting just enough to grab the nearest blanket and pull it over both of you. His skin is still buzzing, twitching under your fingertips as you pet his back. He melts like warm wax, going soft, pliant. His breath slows into something calm and sweet and sleepy.

“You okay?” you ask, voice quiet now, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Better than okay. I just... I feel like I floated away for a sec. You completely wrecked me. My brain’s not working.”

“I like you like this,” you murmur. “All soft and sweet.”

He whines again, trying to bury himself even deeper into you. “You always do this. You get me all.. ruined! and then you get all smug about it.”

“And yet,” you grin, “you keep coming back.”

“Cause I’m obsessed with you,” he blurts, and then immediately stiffens like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

There’s a silence.

Then you kiss the corner of his mouth, soft and deliberate. “Good. I’m obsessed with you too.”

He exhales in a shaky laugh, squeezing you. “I’m never letting you go. You know that, right?”

You nod into his chest. “That’s the plan.”

And he just lies there for a while, holding you like you’re the only thing tethering him to earth. His thumb strokes your side in lazy circles.

Occasionally, you feel him shiver a little, not from cold, but from leftover adrenaline, from the rush of it all, from the softness that always hits hardest after.

At one point he mumbles something half-asleep like, “Next time I wanna bring snacks and water to bed. Like a little aftercare picnic.”

You snort. “You trying to survive round two or something?”

And Bobby, flushed and drowsy and curled around you like a vine, answers without hesitation.

“I’m trying to survive long enough to worship you properly.”

A soft scratch-scratch echoes faintly from the bathroom door. You blink. Bobby stiffens.

“Paco,” he whispers, voice full of guilt and paternal panic. “Oh my god. I forgot he was in there.”

You stifle a laugh as he starts to sit up, tangled in the blanket, hair wild, looking like he just woke from a fever dream. “I gave him lettuce,” he says, like that makes up for emotional abandonment.

“You gave him lettuce and then had mind-melting sex in the next room,” you remind him, amused.

He throws on his boxers with exaggerated speed, pads over to the bathroom and opens the door slowly, like he’s afraid Paco’s been plotting revenge the whole time. The turtle is just sitting there. Staring. Unmoving. Eternal.

“I’m so sorry, little dude,” Bobby says softly, scooping the terrarium up with reverence. “You deserved better.”

You’re giggling into the pillow again as he sets Paco gently back in his corner, brushing nonexistent dust off the tank like a guilty dad. “He’s gonna need therapy,” Bobby mutters.

“He’s a turtle,” you remind him.

He climbs back into bed with a sigh. “Yeah. But he’s my turtle.”

[fakebwitch]

rafe finds handcuffs in your room…

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“you done?” rafe asked you for the third time, wandering around your room occasionally taking in his hands a polaroid, plush or a book — whatever was in front of him — observing it and scrutinizing it, trying to make the time pass as quickly as possible. “5 minutes” you said finishing applying the mascara, catching in the reflection of the mirror the figure of rafe intent on observing a small stuffed animal.

technically you were supposed to go to a restaurant for dinner, but rafe had shown up at your house early and you still had to finish getting ready, so now he was in your room waiting for you to finish your makeup. “you got many of this uh?” he said referring to the plushies scattered on your bed and a some on the shelves, “rafe stop touching everything” you said turning briefly to him, he put the plush on the bed raising his hands in the air whispering a little “okay”.

“what are you doing now?” he asked you approaching slowly, his brows farrowed as he watched you search in a drawer full of those that looked like pencils in his eyes. “lip liner” you said grabbing one in your hands, rafe watched you without saying anything as you began to trace the contour of your lips.

he looked at the watch on his wrist letting out a small sigh, he was getting bored. he approached a chest of drawers near the bed, the first drawer was slightly open and his eyes caught a glimpse of something that immediately caught his attention, it was perhaps the second time he entered your room so he had not yet explored what you were “hiding”. you had been dating for a month, the first time in your room had been the previous week, but beyond a heated make out session and foreplay nothing had happened, you had not yet had sex.

too focused on making the contour of the lips perfect you hadn’t noticed that rafe, too taken by curiosity, had not been able to hold back and had opened the first drawer all the way, very slowly. all your bras and panties were neatly folded together with some babydolls. rafe was taken by surprise, turning to give you a quick look and check that you were still busy with the lip liner. he couldn’t stop the hand that moved between the various bras, quickly observing the decorations, the details, the colors, and not to mention the panties, he couldn’t look at them like he really wanted — because they were all neatly folded — otherwise you would have noticed his intrusion.

while his hands rummaged through the various babydolls, his mind wandered quickly, imagining what you would look like wearing them. the fact that you hadn’t had sex yet certainly didn’t help, he was currently whipped sexually, and seeing all those things didn’t help, but then something hard met his fingers, rafe’s eyes widened quickly, giving you a quick look before giving into temptation.

noticing you were still busy — you were applying lip gloss — extremely curious he pulled out the unknown object from where it was hidden, and they were... handcuffs. he almost choked on his own saliva, they had their typical silvery color but they were covered with a baby pink fur. he quickly recovered, a smink grew on his face as he turned towards you, the handcuffs dangled between his hands.

“handcuffs, huh?” he examined them, catching your attention, a mischievous grin painted on his face “i didn’t know you were into this kind of thing” you quickly turned to him, your eyes slightly wide as you got up from your seat walking towards him, “rafe where did you get them?”.

rafe smirked, holding the handcuffs out of your reach as you approached him, his eyes glinting with amusement. “oh, they were just sitting in your drawer,” he teased, swinging them lazily back and forth, “you know, like an invitation for me to find them.”

“rafe” you warned, crossing your arms, though you could feel your cheeks warming. you hated how easily he could fluster you. “give me them now” you said trying to grab the handcuffs from his firm grip. he tilted his head, stepping back a little, clearly enjoying your reaction. “oh, come on” he drawled, inspecting the soft pink fur around the cuffs. “these are… cute” he said trying to hold back from laughing.

“rafe cameron, i swear—” you lunged forward, trying again to grab the cuffs, but he dodged, laughing as he held them high above his head. “nah think i need some explanation” he said looking down at you, his eyes lingering with amusement and something more, lust maybe?. you groaned, standing on your tiptoes as you tried to reach his hand. “seriously, rafe, give them back. they’re a gift from my friends. they’re not even—”

“not even what?” he interrupted, raising a brow. “not even used? ‘cause judging by how red your face is right now, i’d say you definitely—”

“rafe!” you cut him off, swatting at his arm. he laughed harder, finally lowering the cuffs enough for you to snatch them out of his hand.

“i’m just saying” he continued, smirking as he watched you shove them back into the drawer, “if you want to try something… different, you can just tell me. no need to keep secrets, babe.”

you slammed the drawer shut, turning to face him with an exasperated look, “you’re impossible.” he gave you a teasing smile getting closer to you, his hands gripping your waist, his face got closer to yours, moving to you ear. “although” he whispered, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes, “if you ever do want to put those to use… i wouldn’t mind.” he said placing a small kiss under your ear, his words lingered on your head more than they should’ve. you bite your lip as his eyes met yours, he surely knew how to get under your skin.

you shook you head quickly recovering from what had just happened, shoving his chest playfully, “i’ll let you know” you simply said with a teasing smile, walking past him to grab your bag. rafe looked at you, his eyes lingering on your body for a bit too long as he rolled his tongue inside his check, his fist tightened around his side.

“come on, we’ll be late” you said innocently leaving the room, turning off the light starting to walk down the corridor. rafe left the room staring at you for a few seconds, they way your hips moved, your back uncovered... he felt his pants getting too tight, you were driving him crazy.

“you can’t keep going on like this, you know that uh?” he said walking slowly, you laughed shaking your head, it was going to be a looong night.

[umbremom]

she's got it in the bag 💸

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[very-merry-birthday]

🍓 Nicknames 🍓

Summary: The story of you and Dean's relationship, told through nicknames.

Warnings: Mentions of sex but not quite smut

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🍓 Sweetheart -

The first time Dean met you, that's what he'd called you. It felt like butter, a smooth luxury, dripping off his lips.

You parents had briefly known John, so when the Winchesters shuffled into town, you were their first point of safety.

Dean had walked in one day, his younger brother in tow, all swagger and confidence. He'd watched as you hopped off the counter, offering him a mug of coffee, trying to resist the temptation to let his eyes drop down your body. He was trying to be respectful, as respectful as he could be.

"Sure, I'll take some, sweetheart."

Your breath had hitched in your throat as he spoke, the name sending ripples through you.

You'd spent the rest of the day barely speaking. Sam had taken the lead with whatever hunt the two men were working on, so that just left you and the older Winchester listening. The whole time you'd caught small glances at each other, missed eye contact, the occasional brush of fingers when handing him another cup of coffee.

Only the next day had you realized Dean calls every girl he meets sweetheart.

🍓 Kid -

You hated the nickname. You were barely any younger than Sam, but Dean still insisted on calling you it.

The first time you'd gone on a hunt together, you'd come prepared. Dean was cautious at first, but by the time you'd shown them your skills with a knife, he had no choice but to let you swing along.

This wasn't your first hunt, not by a long shot, with your own parents training you to keep your wills about you long before the Winchesters came into your life.

You'd beheaded the vampire before Dean had even seen it coming at you, wiping your face with the back of your hand ready for the next one.

"Nice work, kid." Dean had said to you, the nickname hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Of course, he was the only one who could make you feel like a child even when you were able to wield a knife better than anyone he'd ever seen.

You'd raised it to Sam later in the day, asking if he'd ever used the nickname on him.

"Kid? No but he's called me worse. Why does it bother you so much?"

"It's patronising, it's like he doesn't see me as capable."

"Oh he sees you as capable alright." Sam chuckled to himself, "He's been on at me for weeks about bringing you along on a hunt."

You were taken aback, "No, no he said he didn't want me coming?"

"That's news to me, honestly I think he's just trying to mess with your head."

🍓 Darling -

Dean hadn't called you sweetheart in months, the kid nickname firmly sticking. No matter what you'd done, that's what he'd called you, keeping his distance. Even his glances had slowed, you no longer caught him looking at you in the rearview, no longer brushed fingers with him over coffee.

A month after you'd moved into the bunker, you and Dean were up late together, both hunched over books, the early hours beginning to break on a long night.

That's when it had hit you, and you went running off looking for a book you'd remembered reading once before, only returning once you'd found the page you were after. You'd placed the book on the table, Dean leaning over you, your bodies practically touching.

"It's a Musca. That's what that glue they keep finding is all about."

"Well damn, I think you just about cracked the case, darling."

As soon as he'd said it he knew he couldn't undo it, the word hanging in the air above you both. He'd waited for a moment, his body pressed against yours, heat emanating off of him. He wet his lips as he allowed himself to take another look at you, from this angle he towered over you, clearly being able to see down your shirt, looking at the contours of your chest covered in a thin bra.

Then he'd coughed back to reality, leaning past you to pick up the book and stepping back again.

"Right, I guess I'll give Sam a call then, thanks kid."

🍓 Gorgeous-

You'd come stumbling back in after a heavy night of drinking, you and Sam only just able to keep Dean's limp body supported between the two of you. You were able to drag him to the room and lay him on his bed before Sam had run off, needing to vomit the beers back up.

Deans eyes has opened tentatively, smiling as he saw your face.

"You come t' take care of me?" He slurred out, reaching out to touch your hand. "I'm sick."

"No, Dean, go to sleep, you're just drunk." You wanted to pull away, go back to your own room, wait for your inevitable hangover, but you let him hold your hand as he closed his eyes again, feeling your warmth. He pulled you into him closer, and you found yourself sat on the bed next to him.

"Don't go-" Dean murmured into your side, breathing gently.

"I'm not going Dean, I'm right here." You let your thumb rub against the skin of his hand, trying to comfort him.

"Don't go, gorgeous." He drifted into a drunken sleep.

🍓 Baby -

He never mentioned the gorgeous incident to you, and you were so drunk you barely even remembered it yourself. All you knew is that for the next few weeks he seemed cagey.

He didn't speak to you much, keeping to himself wherever possible. But you still caught him looking, more blatantly than he ever had before. When you were reaching up to a high shelf in the kitchen, there he was taking a glance at your exposed midriff. When you'd lean over to pull the duffle bag off the floor, he'd be behind you taking a look at your ass. Even on long drives you'd find his eyes trailing down your legs, a small smile revealing itself at the corner of his lips.

But then something shifted. Sam was the first one to notice it.

The three of you were just finishing up a hunt, the stifling motel room in the rearview as Dean drove, his cassettes the soundtrack to your freedom.

"I'm glad to be outta there." Dean had said, turning up the music.

"Me too, can we all agree that we need two rooms whenever we next get a motel." You'd wound down the window, letting the cool air hit you.

"'Course, baby." Dean leant his hand out, brushing your knee only slightly as a sign of agreement.

There was a beat in the car as you all watched his hand retract, unable to work out what had just happened. The music played on, the crappy speakers sounding a million miles away.

"Did- did you just call her baby?" Sam pitched up from the back seat. You wanted the air to swallow you, awkwardness overwhelming you. If this had just been you and Dean you'd have ignored it, blinked and pretended it had never happened. But Sam had seen, and he wasn't going to let it go.

Dean coughed, clearing his throat as he worked through what he was trying to say next. "I call the car baby, Sam, it's not a big deal."

🍓 Princess -

The nickname had hung in the air between you for three days. Three long days of thinking about his fingers brushing against your knee, of how the words had fallen out of his mouth so easily. Three silent days of you and Dean ignoring each other, no tentative glances, no secret looks.

On the third day Dean had come to you with a proposal.

He'd knocked on your bedroom door late at night, quietly enough that if you were sleeping he could pretend he hadn't even tried. But you weren't sleeping. Right as he had made up his mind to walk away you opened it, surprised to see him on the other side.

You invited him in, making small talk as you got him to sit on your bed. That's when he'd told you his idea.

"Sex. Pure, no strings attached, sex."

That's how you'd found yourself up against the wall, his hands on your waist, his mouth against your jaw, leaving heavy kisses. He'd pulled your shirt up, taking a step back to admire you.

"You're fucking gorgeous."

He came back to your room every night that week, both of you acting like it would be the last time but knowing it wouldn't be. He let his mouth explore every part of you, taking pleasure in making you moan his name.

"Louder for me, princess, let me hear you."

🍓 Y/N -

'Just sex' turned out to be harder than expected, his lingering looks at you complicating the days, the cuddling after complicating the nights.

You didn't mention it to each other during daylight, it was your own secret you kept even from yourselves. But each night he'd be there, and you'd let him in, both of you needy for more.

Then you were back in a motel on a hunt with Sam, and you knew it had to stop. Nowhere to go in such close quarters. Nowhere to spill your secrets.

You could tell he was pent up, spending every day watching you and not being able to do anything about it. You were too, but tried not to let it show.

And then you were in the middle of a hunt, and Dean was the furthest thing from your mind, your training kicking in, your only thoughts on the task at hand. The demon seemed to come out of nowhere, shoving you hard as your head hit the wall, knocking you down. The air thinned, your mind going dark as you heard the commotion in the other room, and then Dean was there. And he was holding your head. And he was shouting to Sam for help, looking at you with desperate eyes.

The next day he had sat on your bed in the motel, handing you a glass of water. Your fingers had brushed against each other, and memories of the first time you'd met had filled your mind.

"Y/N." He'd said. He never called you by your name, you could tell he was trying to work up the courage to say something important. "I can't stand the idea of loosing you. I can't even stand the idea of not being around you. This thing we've got going on- it's good don't get me wrong- it's fucking incredible in fact- it's just... I want more. I want you, all of you. Completely and all the time."

🍓 Honey -

You walked into the bunker, pushing another six-pack in the fridge for later. Deans strong arms came up behind you, enveloping you in a firm hug, his face burrowed in the crook of your neck, soft kisses across your skin trailing along the line of hickeys from the night before. He lifted you off the ground slightly for a moment, and you laughed loudly, swatting his arm to put you back down.

Sam looked up from the table and rolled his eyes; it was a familiar sight he was now used to, though it had taken some months to become accustomed to it.

Dean did as you said, putting your feet firmly back on the floor and spinning you around to face him. He kissed your forehead, a grin across his face as you motioned for him to kiss your lips instead.

"I love you." You'd said as he kissed you, the words falling out of your mouth as they had a hundred times by now.

"I love you too, honey."

[luvergirl-535]

clean up nice

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 2.3k

c/w - fluff, no smut sorry :( but no not forget that daddy!paige is still on its way so you’ll be getting smth spicy soon.

a/n - got a random burst of creativity, and what did i decide to do with it? work on finishing one of my many wips, you ask? no. instead i dug into the depths of my inbox and found an old ass prompt to write for, lol. you can find the prompt here.

azzi is, quite frankly, over it.

the weight room had been brutal, the team group chat has been blowing up with nonsense, and her econ professor had assigned a surprise pop quiz that was neither surprising nor a quiz—just a pure academic crime. by the time she trudges across campus toward paige’s dorm, her shoulders are tight, her jaw hurts from clenching, and she’s two seconds away from chucking her water bottle at a freshman just to feel something.

all she wants is to shower, collapse into a hoodie, maybe read the same page of her book eight times before giving up, and fall asleep next to her girlfriend. preferably with her favorite pillow—paige’s arm—cushioned under her head.

she lets herself into the dorm, ready to ignore any of her other teammates who might be lurking and head straight to paige’s room. she gets inside and toes off her shoes, pulling off her hoodie to try and cool down—

but then she stops cold.

paige is on the floor.

and not in a playing-video-games, or making-a-ridiculous-tiktok kind of way. no. she’s kneeling in a sports bra and loose basketball shorts, scrubbing something on the floor with determination. her hair is up in a messy bun. the speakers are playing slow r&b, the window is cracked open, and light is streaming in just right to make the whole thing look like a thirst trap with cleaning supplies.

azzi blinks once. then twice. her lips part slightly.

“yo,” paige says without looking up, “watch out, i just mopped.”

azzi stares. she might have stopped breathing.

“…what are you doing?”

paige’s head pops up at the sound of azzi’s voice. “oh, hey, mama. sorry, thought you were jana.” she gestures around the room. “it was gettin’ gross in here. and since nobody else fuckin’ cleans, figured i should probably take care of it.”

azzi looks around. the place is spotless. floor shining. sheets changed. even the window track—the window track!—is wiped down. azzi looks at the sink and swears it blinds her.

paige sits back on her heels and wipes an arm across her face, leaving a streak of sweat—glistening and enticing—on her forehead.

azzi’s soul leaves her body.

“you okay?” paige asks, going back to her scrubbing. azzi looks closer—she’s cleaning the baseboards. and her back is flexing as she does it.

azzi inhales sharply. “uh-huh.”

paige shifts, glancing back over her shoulder. “you look surprised.”

“i…did not know you got down like this.”

“yeah, well, last week you saw me make a protein shake in a blender bottle that hadn’t been washed since pre-season. so consider this redemption.”

azzi opens her mouth to respond and then pauses. she has nothing appropriate to say, to be honest. not when she’d walked in expecting a nap and is now watching her girlfriend crawl across the floor like a navy seal.

“how was your day?” paige asks nonchalantly. sun streams through the windows, hitting her arms in such a way it perfectly contours her muscles. “you wanna snack or sum’?”

“no,” azzi says slowly, settling herself down onto the couch without taking her eyes off paige’s back. “i want you to come over here.”

“yep,” paige says without hesitation, dropping her washcloth into the bucket and walking over to azzi. azzi reaches up, prepared to pull paige down and never let her go again, but paige doesn’t give her the time—just goes in for a quick kiss before leaving again.

“paige!” azzi says. “i want you to snuggle me.”

paige smiles, sweet and oblivious, as she kneels back down. “we can snuggle all you want as soon as i’m done. i just gotta hit the closet first.”

azzi blinks hard. “how long have you been at this?”

paige shrugs—shoulder muscles. “i’on know. a couple hours? but i haven’t cleaned my closet in forever. there’s, like, dust on some of my shoes. it’s nasty.”

“wow. okay. you’re really…” she waves a hand at paige’s whole situation, “doing the most.”

paige beams. “you noticed! i even used vinegar on the mirrors. no streaks. drew’s mom taught me.”

azzi just stares at her. “cooool, coolcoolccoolcool. that’s super cool.”

paige stands up and stretches her back with a groan, revealing an infuriating strip of boxer below her waistband. “shit, my back is killing me. i’ve been crouching for like two hours.”

“i can help with that,” azzi says, far too quickly. “you want a massage?”

“nah, i’ll do some stretches after this,” paige says casually, walking to the kitchen to grab some clorox and wiping down the counter. “you look exhausted, though. go lie down, i’ll be done soon.”

“or,” azzi says, getting up and trailing her, “you could stop cleaning now. and we could do…other things.”

“like what? i already asked if you wanted a snack.”

“jesus christ,” azzi whispers to herself.

“huh?”

“nothing, babe.” azzi plasters on a smile. “i’m just… really impressed by your…cleanliness.”

paige snorts. “what does that mean?”

“it means watching you clean is making me…feel things, paige.”

“ohhh,” paige says slowly, like she’s catching on. azzi perks up.

“yeah?” azzi asks, hopeful.

“you’re saying you want me to clean your dorm next time, right?”

“no!” azzi shouts. “i’m saying i want you to push me up against a…” she gestures wildly, “very clean wall.”

paige frowns. “you okay? you seem, like, really high-strung.”

“i wonder why,” azzi deadpans.

“bad day?”

“you could say that,” she mutters. “considering i walked in on you looking like a really hot mr. clean commercial.”

paige makes a face. “is that a compliment?” then, “you’re being weird.”

“i’m being turned on, paige. i feel like we’ve been together long enough that you know what me turned on looks like.”

paige raises her hands in surrender. “okay, okay. sorry. i thought you’d be cool with the cleaning.”

“i am! it’s impressive! and hot! i love it, actually!”

paige pauses. squints at her.

“…wait. are you into this?”

azzi massages the bridge of her nose. “oh my god.”

“i just thought you were being supportive,” paige says. “like, ‘oh yay, my girlfriend’s being productive.’ not ‘oh yay, my girlfriend’s making me all wet with the windex.’”

“you are so fucking stupid.”

“am i wrong?”

azzi pretends to consider this, then turns on her heel, marching toward paige’s bedroom.

“hey,” paige calls, following her. “where you goin’?”

“somewhere i can protect my peace,” azzi calls back. she turns to close the door, but paige gets there just in time, sticking a foot in between the doorframe and stopping her.

azzi opens the door slowly, met with paige’s smug grin. “you’re enjoying this.”

“maybe a little,” paige leans in, voice suddenly lower. “you want me to keep my hair up?”

azzi lets the door swing open the rest of the way, smoothing a hand up paige’s shoulder. “you don’t get to tease me after getting me all worked up.”

“baby, i was just cleaning.”

“exactly!” azzi says. “you were on your hands and knees, paige.”

paige takes her by the waist, backing her slowly into the bedroom. “so what—you were suffering that whole time?”

“i’m two seconds away from wrecking your perfect little chore schedule.”

paige’s eyes darken slightly, like the teasing has officially run its course. she pauses when the backs of azzi’s knees hit the mattress, then pushes her down, a hand around her back keeping them connected as paige follows closely after.

“well,” she murmurs, hand settling beside azzi’s head on the pillow, “room is clean.”

“uh-huh.”

“laundry’s done.”

“mm-hmm.”

“guess there’s only one mess left to make.”

azzi rolls her eyes, but wraps an arm around paige’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. “hair stays up,” she demands, urging paige into the crook of her neck.

paige obeys, licking a short stripe up the column of azzi’s throat, all heat and thin restraint. “yes, ma’am.”

[casedclosedbye]

Mirror Pic

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Summary: sent dick grayson a naughty Pic while he's patrolling

wc: 1k

tw: minors dni !! 18+ getting dicked down by filthy mouthed Dick Grayson who is an absolutely horny slut

You had been feeling particularly naughty that night. You knew that Nightwing was out there, patrolling the streets of Gotham, keeping the city safe from the usual crop of villains. But you also knew he had a soft spot for you. So, with a devilish grin, you slipped into the silky lingerie set he had given you for your last anniversary. It was his favorite, the one that made his eyes darken with desire every time he saw it.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, you took a deep breath, letting the fabric hug your curves in all the right places. You had picked out the perfect outfit for the occasion: a black, lace-trimmed bra that barely contained your ample breasts, and a matching thong that left little to the imagination. The garter belt and stockings added an extra touch of seduction, and the high heels made you feel powerful, like you could conquer the world—or at least the heart of the man you loved.

You took a selfie, making sure to angle the shot so that the mirror captured all of your curves and the way the lingerie hugged your body. With a wink and a cheeky smile, you hit send, the message flying through the night to the phone that Dick Grayson kept hidden in his utility belt. You couldn't resist adding a little caption: "Missing you, Nightwing. Wish you were here to unwrap me."

You barely had time to set your phone down before you heard the sound of glass shattering. Your heart raced as you turned to see Dick Grayson, a.k.a. Nightwing, standing in your bedroom window, his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that could only be matched by the passion in your own soul.

"You little minx," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

You stepped closer to him, your hands running down your body in a deliberately seductive gesture. "I think I do," you murmured. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

He stalked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "You know the rules," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "No distractions on patrol."

You licked your lips. "I'm not a distraction," you protested, even though you knew full well that you were. "I'm your girlfriend."

"And because you're my girlfriend," he said, closing the distance between you, "you know exactly what I need right now."

Before you could even blink, he had you pressed against the wall, his body a solid wall of muscle that you couldn't help but melt into. His hands were everywhere, his fingers tracing the lines of your lingerie, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his mouth finding yours in a bruising kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "Then take me," you whispered against his lips. "Take me like the villain I am."

With a groan, he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently before stripping away the thin barriers between you. He kissed you again, his tongue dancing with yours, as he reached for the clasp of your bra.

You moaned as he bared your breasts, his mouth moving to capture one nipple, then the other. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making you arch your back in ecstasy. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath the fabric of his costume.

He sat back on his haunches, his eyes raking over your body. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with awe.

You reached up, pulling at his mask. "I want to see you," you demanded. "All of you."

With a sigh, he complied, revealing the handsome face that you knew so well. His eyes burned into yours as he slid the mask away, his gaze never leaving you as he removed the rest of his costume, revealing his bare chest, sculpted abs, and the erection that strained against his tight black pants.

You reached for him, but he stopped you with a firm grip on your wrists. "Not yet," he said. "First, I need to teach you a lesson about tempting me while I'm on duty."

He climbed onto the bed, his body covering yours. His cock pressed against your wet folds, making you whimper with need.

"You're going to get what you asked for," he warned, his voice gruff with desire. "And it's going to be rough."

You nodded, your heart racing in anticipation. You had always loved it when he took control, when he showed you just how much he wanted you.

With one swift movement, he pushed into you, filling you completely. You screamed out his name, your body clenching around him as he began to move. His thrusts were punishing, each one hitting you deep and hard, just like you liked it.

You met him stroke for stroke, your hips rising to meet his, your nails digging into his back. He kissed you again, his tongue claiming your mouth as he claimed your body.

You could feel your orgasm building, a storm gathering in your core. You knew that when it hit, it was going to be explosive.

"I'm going to come," you gasped out.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a command. He reached between your legs, his thumb finding your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure.

You whined, your body begging for release. But he held you there, on the edge, until you were panting and desperate.

"Now," he finally allowed, his voice a growl.

Your climax washed over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that had you screaming his name. He followed you over the edge, his body shuddering with his own orgasm, filling you completely.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, he collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged. "I can't believe you did that," he said, his voice muffled against your neck.

You giggled, feeling his heart hammer against your chest. "It got you here, didn't it?"

He raised his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "It did," he admitted. "And I'm never going to let you forget it."

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight. "I wouldn't want you to," you murmured. "I want you to remember every time you see me in this lingerie."

He kissed you again, his body still buried deep inside yours. "Trust me," he said, "I'll never forget."

---

And so, your night continued, with passionate love-making that was both punishment and reward for your daring. Nightwing had arrived at your window, and he had indeed fucked your brains out. But as the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow over your tangled limbs, you both knew that it was a night that neither of you would ever forget.

[applecaviar]

Giving the LADS men head part 3 🍭🍭🍭

Sylusxreader

TW: SMUT

Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Sylus's fingers tremble slightly as they find the hem of your shirt, a telltale sign of his barely restrained desire. He slips beneath the fabric, hands splaying across the small of your back before sliding upwards, mapping the curve of your spine. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake, your skin pebbling under his reverent caress.

"So soft". So perfect. He marvels at the supple give of your flesh, committing every dip and swell to memory. His hands are greedy, almost worshipful as they learn the contours of your body anew. As if he's a blind man finally gifted sight, drinking in the vision of you.

"Lift your arms for me, kitten," he murmurs, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through you. It's a command cloaked in velvet, impossible to disobey. You comply without hesitation, raising your arms above your head. The action causes your shirt to ride up further, exposing the lacy band of your bra.

Sylus's gaze darkens, eyes flashing crimson in the low light of the bedroom. He drinks in the sight, lips curling into a smirk. "Beautiful," he breathes, before slowly, teasingly, drawing your shirt up and over your head.

He tosses it carelessly to the side. Sylus takes a moment to simply look at you, eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. His stare is almost tangible, a physical caress that leaves you flushed and aching.

"Even more stunning than I remembered," he whispers, before leaning down to press a open-mouthed kiss to the swell of your breast. His lips linger, hot and hungry, before he pulls back with a soft nip to your nipple through the thin lace of your bra.

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?" Sylus reaches behind you, deft fingers finding the clasp of your bra with ease. He unhooks it with a single, smooth motion, baring you fully to his heated gaze.

Mine, his eyes seem to say, drinking in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. Mine. My everything.

Large hands skim up your ribcage, cupping the weight of your breasts. Sylus's thumbs brush over the sensitive peaks, rolling and teasing until he leans down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He draws one straining nipple past his lips, suckling greedily as his hand kneads the soft globe of your breast. His tongue swirls and flicks, laving the sensitive bud until it pebbles almost painfully beneath his ministrations.

"I could spend hours worshipping these perfect tits," he murmurs, blowing cool air over your damp skin before capturing your other nipple between his teeth. He bites down just shy of pain, soothing the sting with his tongue before suckling greedily once more.

His hand treks lower, popping the button of your jeans with ease and tugging down the zipper. Sylus slips inside, fingers skimming over the front of your panties. He groans when he finds the fabric already damp with your arousal.

"Fuck. You're dripping," he growls, rubbing his fingers along your clothed slit. "All this for me? Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

Sylus hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, starting to tug them down your legs. "Lift your hips for me, sweetie. Let me see all of you." You lift your hips, allowing him to drag the fabric over your curves, baring you completely to his hungry gaze.

His crimson eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you, laid out naked and wanting before him. He drinks in every inch of your exposed skin, committing it to memory. His to claim. His to worship.

Rising from the bed, Sylus makes quick work of his own clothing, practically tearing off his shirt in his haste to be rid of it. Your gaze rakes over his chest, taking in the sculpted muscles and lean lines of his torso. A light dusting of hair trails down from his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

His hands go to his belt next, unbuckling it with deft motions. The leather slides from the loops of his pants before he drops it to the floor with a heavy thud. Next, he unzips his fly, pushing his pants and boxers down powerful legs in one smooth motion.

Sylus kicks them off to the side, leaving him fully nude before you. Your eyes widen as you take in the impressive length of his cock, already hard and straining towards his stomach.

A bead of moisture glistens at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight. Sylus notices your stare, his lips curling into a sinful smirk. He takes a step closer to the bed, looming over you with a predatory grace that sets your heart racing.

"See something you like, kitten?" he purrs, one hand coming down to wrap around his impressive length. He strokes himself slowly, base to tip, before smearing the bead of precum around the swollen head. "It's all yours, sweetie. Every hard, aching inch."

As he stands before you, his impressive erection now mere inches from your face as you sit on the edge of the bed. He smirks down at you, eyes glinting with wicked intent as he takes in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Gods, he smells divine, you think, your mouth watering at the intoxicating aroma. Masculine. Potent. Irresistible.

His hand brushes a lock of hair back from your face almost tenderly. His fingers linger, tracing the delicate line of your jaw before tilting your chin up to force your gaze to meet his.

"Go on, kitten," he coaxes, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrates through you. "Get a good look. I want you to see what you do to me, how fucking crazy you make me."

He steps even closer, until the swollen head of his cock brushes against your parted lips. The contact makes you gasp, and Sylus groans at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again to pin you with a heated stare.

"Fuck, your mouth...it's perfect," he rasps, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock over the soft swell of your bottom lip. "I bet it would feel even better wrapped around me."

Sylus inhales sharply as he feels the tentative brush of your tongue against the sensitive slit of his cock, a shudder wracking through his powerful frame. His fingers tighten in your hair, gripping the locks almost painfully as he fights the urge to thrust forward and bury himself in the wet heat of your mouth.

But before he can act on that base instinct, you're moving, rising gracefully from the bed. Sylus watches you through hooded eyes, desire burning in their crimson depths as you bend down to retrieve his discarded silk tie.

He stands still, allowing you to circle behind him. The cool silk of the tie brushes against his skin as you wrap it around his wrists. Sylus's breath hitches as he feels your bare breasts press against his back, your hardened nipples dragging deliciously over his back.

You take your time tying the tie around his wrists, double knotting it securely. Sylus flexes his hands once the silk binds them, testing the strength of your knot. Satisfied, he settles, allowing you to restrain him as you wish.

"Like tying up a present, kitten?" he asks, a note of amusement threading through his words. Sylus turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his gaze ripe with sinful promise. One eyebrow arches, daring you to keep teasing him, to keep pushing him to the brink of his control.

He watches, transfixed, as your pink tongue licks over his heavy balls once you sit on the edge of the bed again, tracing the ridged skin before gliding up the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Sylus's abdomen clenches, muscles jumping beneath his skin as you map every throbbing inch of him with lips and tongue.

"Fuck, kitten..." he grits out from between clenched teeth, pleasure sparking down his spine like lightning. "That feels...unf...incredible."

His cock pulses and flexes under your ministrations, the thick shaft swelling even larger as you work your way up to the bulbous head. Sylus's eyes drift shut, head falling back as you flick your tongue against the sensitive crown, teasing the weeping slit and smearing his precum across your lips.

Sylus's hips buck as you take the head into your mouth, just the tip disappearing past your soft lips as you suck gently. The sensation is electric, pleasure cresting through him in intense waves. His hands clench into fists, silk creaking under the strain as he fights the urge to grab your hair and fuck your face.

But he resists, allowing you to set the pace, to tease and taste him as you wish. His chest heaves with each labored breath, muscles rippling beneath the sheen of sweat that dampens his skin. The sight of you, naked and wanton, your lips wrapped around his cock, is almost too much to bear.

"More," Sylus demands, his voice strained with barely restrained lust. "Take more of me, kitten. Show me how badly you want it."

Sylus feels the warm, wet sensation of your saliva dripping down his shaft as you spit on his cock, coating the thick length with your saliva. The lewd sound of it, the obscene squelch as you spread the slickness over every pulsing inch, makes his balls tighten and his erection throb with need.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "Get my cock nice and wet, kitten. Make it slick and ready for you".

Sylus's breath leaves him in a low, groan as you kneel on the bed and pull him closer, his cock now nestled snugly between the soft, pillowy mounds of your breasts. The sensation of your bare skin against the sensitive flesh of his shaft is exquisite, the silky smoothness a perfect contrast to the hard, throbbing heat of his erection.

He watches, enraptured, as you slowly envelop his thick cock between your breasts, the swollen head peeking out from the top of your cleavage as you squeeze them together around his length. Sylus's hips flex forward instinctively, seeking more of that incredible friction, more of the delicious pressure of your soft tits wrapped around him.

"Fuck, your tits..." Sylus pants, his hips rocking subtly as he savors the exquisite sensation. "They feel fucking incredible wrapped around me like this. Like they were made for my cock."

He watches, transfixed, as you start to move, slowly pumping your breasts up and down his length. The slick glide of your saliva-coated skin against his aching flesh is pure ecstasy, stoking the fires of his lust to new heights. Sylus's hands clench and unclench as he fights the urge to grab your tits, to squeeze and knead the plush globes as you work his cock.

Sylus's breath comes faster, his chest heaving as pleasure mounts with each slow, sensual glide of your breasts along his shaft. The sight of your tits wrapped around him, your lips parted and flushed, your eyes dark with desire - it's utterly erotic, beyond anything he's ever experienced.

"Don't stop," he demands, his hips starting to piston faster, fucking his cock through the tight channel your breasts create. "I want to fuck your tits until I paint them with my cum"

Just as his balls draw up tight to his body and his climax is teetering on the brink of explosion, you suddenly stop. Your breasts pause their sensual glide along his shaft, trapping his cock in the silky prison of your cleavage.

Sylus lets out a strangled noise, somewhere between a groan and a snarl, as the sudden deprivation of sensation sends a jolt of frustrated, aching need surging through him. His hips jerk forward, trying instinctively to chase his rapidly receding orgasm, but your breasts remain still, denying him the release he so desperately craves.

"Wh-what are you...fuck, y/n.." Sylus grits out, his voice strained and ragged with barely restrained lust. He tugs at the tie binding his wrists, silk biting into his skin as he struggles against the makeshift bindings. "Why did you...ungh...stop?"

"No," you murmur softly, looking up at Sylus through hooded eyes. "Not yet. Tonight, I'm in control."

His chest heaves with each labored breath, sweat dripping down his furrowed brow as he glares down at you with a mix of exasperation and unbridled desire

"Since you're so eager to torture me, sweetie," he purrs, his voice a low, sinful rumble, "I think it's only fair that you put that clever tongue of yours to good use again. Don't you?"

He arches one eyebrow, the silent challenge hanging heavily in the air between you. Sylus's gaze drops pointedly to your mouth, then trails back up to meet your eyes, the heat in his stare burning like a brand.

You start to place open-mouthed kisses along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Your lips are soft and plush, leaving a trail of slick, glistening kisses in their wake. Each press of your mouth against his sensitive flesh sends sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, stoking the fires of his lust to new heights.

His breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly as you reach the swollen head of his erection. You linger there, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue along the ridge, tracing the shape of him with deliberate slowness.

Sylus lets out a sharp hiss of pleasure as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, your warm, wet mouth engulfing him in silken heat. He watches, enraptured, as you start to suck, your cheeks hollowing slightly with the motion. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive crown, tracing the ridge and flicking against the weeping slit, coaxing out bead after bead of precum that you lap up greedily.

Sylus lets out a groan, his body tensing as he feels your mouth suddenly leave his aching cock. Before he can protest, your tongue starts a slow, teasing trail up the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein that runs along it.

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetie," he warns, his voice a low, sinful purr. "Teasing me like this, bringing me to the brink and then leaving me hanging...you're going to pay for that, you know."

Sylus inhales sharply, a shudder wracking his powerful frame as he feels your tongue flatten against his shaft, the textured surface dragging deliciously along the sensitive flesh. His fingers curl into the silk bindings.

"Beg sylus, be a good boy and beg" you say, looking up at him while you lick around the tip of his cock.

"Please, kitten..." he grits out, his voice a low, agonized rumble. "Please, I need...I need you to put an end to this torture. I'm so fucking close, I can't...I can't take anymore teasing."

He stares down at you, his crimson eyes blazing with a fevered intensity, the pupils blown wide with arousal. There's a sheen of sweat on his brow, his chest heaving with each labored breath as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control.

" Such a good boy, begging for release" Sylus's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a flicker of something almost like vulnerability passing over his handsome face, but it's gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a guttural, animalistic roar as your lips suddenly engulf him fully, taking his throbbing cock all the way down your throat in one swift motion. "FUCK! Oh fuck, kitten, yes!"

He is deep, his heavy balls resting against your chin, as you swallow around him. The sensation of your throat muscles fluttering and massaging his sensitive flesh is pure ecstasy, pushing him right to the brink of climax.

"Your mouth...your throat feels incredible," Sylus pants, his voice raw and strained with lust. He starts to rock his hips, fucking your face with deep, powerful thrusts. "Take it all, sweetheart. Take every fucking inch of my cock"

His eyes glaze over with pleasure, crimson irises burning into yours as he loses himself in the bliss of your wet, welcoming heat. "Gonna...fuck, kitten, I'm gonna cum," Sylus grits out, his teeth bared in a feral grimace.

Sylus lets out a roar of pure, primal ecstasy as he feels your throat vibrate around his cock, your moan pushing him over the precipice. His hips surge forward, burying his throbbing shaft to the hilt as the first scalding spurts of his release erupt from the swollen head.

But to his shock and dismay, you suddenly pull back, your lips releasing him with a obscene pop. Before he can protest, you wrap your fingers around his pulsing cock, stroking him firmly as you aim his twitching erection at your heaving breasts.

"Kitten, what are you...FUCK!" Sylus's words dissolve into a guttural groan as thick ropes of pearly white cum paint your tanned skin, your fingers milking every last drop from his spurting cock.

His hips jerk and shudder, his muscular body wracked with the force of his intense climax.

He watches, dazed and panting, as his essence coats your breasts, dripping down the soft swells to pool in your cleavage. The sight of your beautiful flesh marked by his release sends a dark thrill through him.

"Such a naughty girl," Sylus rasps, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. "Teasing me like that, making me lose control...you like playing dangerous games, sweetheart."

Sylus watches, intensely focused, as you swipe a finger through the cooling splatters of his release painting your breasts. He smirks as you bring the digit to your mouth, your small pink tongue darting out to taste his essence.

"Like how it tastes, kitten?" he purrs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Sweet and salty, with a hint of sin. Just like you."

Your eyes flicker down to his wrists, noting the absence of the silk tie that once bound them. You raise a brow, wondering how he managed to slip free of the restraints.

Sylus's eyes flash with dark promise and he grips the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your silky hair as he pulls you closer until barely a breath separates your lips.

"You want to play dirty?" he murmurs, his voice a low, sinful purr. "You think you can play as dirty as I can, kitten? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart."

 "But by all means, let's see what you've got. Let's dance this dance of yours and find out just how filthy you can be."

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, reverse cowgirl, creampie, mentions of ovulation, dom!Dabi, Dabi is a warning himself, ass spanking

A/N: what starts as a reckless kiss ignites into a desperate need you can't control. It's frustrating to admit, but ovulation turns you into a desperate, needy bitch — craving dick you shouldn’t want so badly...

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Who would’ve thought a single heated makeout session would leave you completely at Dabi’s mercy, again? Ah, you hated how vulnerable you felt while ovulating, every nerve in your body betraying you with raw, undeniable need for being stuffed with a dick.

Dabi’s scarred hands trailed over the skin of your back. Heat radiated from his fingertips, leaving a lingering ache that was equal parts thrilling and dangerous.

With a sudden, fluid motion, one of his hands captured both your wrists, twisting them behind your back in a firm, unyielding grip. The restraint forced you to arch, pressing your chest forward and sticking your ass out, leaving you utterly exposed beneath his smoldering gaze.

A low, involuntary moan spilled from your lips as the tension between pain and pleasure coiled deep within you. 

His breath ghosted over your ear, his voice a rough, sinful murmur. "Keep making sounds like that, and I might not let you go, never."

In a sudden shift, you paused riding his dick in a reverse cowgirl position, drawing yourself up and away from his throbbing cock. Your fingers wandered down to your pussy, delicately tracing circles around your clit, spreading the slick wetness that had gathered at your entrance over your sensitive folds, only to spank them a few times later with the hood of your palm. Then, with deliberate slowness, your hand reached out for Dabi’s dick again, and guided his angry red tip to the very brink of your entrance. You tantalized both of you, using just the head of his cock to rub your slit and part your swollen labia. "Fuck," you whined.

She’s oozing juices like the slit in an overripe peach, Dabi smirked to himself, amused by just how obscenely cute the comparison truly was. He couldn’t take his eyes off your strait pussy as you guided his dick back into your cunt, trying your best to not spread your legs too wide to make yourself tight for him.

The skirt he had gifted you the day prior — a scandalously short piece — flared with each descent, its hem dancing teasingly up your thighs, showing the thick, plushy meat of your ass. The black stockings, tight and silky, sculpted your legs, accentuating every curve and contour as they ended in the middle of your thighs. Your shirt lay forgotten somewhere in the shadows of Dabi’s room, leaving you only in your bra, straps slipping carelessly off your shoulders. It sat slightly askew, offering a teasing glimpse of soft, firm skin as your breasts bounced while you rode your boyfriend’s cock.

One scarred hand improved the grip on both your wrists, pressing them tightly behind your back, pinning you in place as he controlled your movements. The other rested lazily on the arm of the couch, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, smoke curling lazily around his face. Dabi’s cerulean eyes, sharp and lidded, were locked on your ass, watching how his cock disappeared into your soaked pussy from behind. His shirt had long been discarded, but he hadn’t bothered removing his pants. As the heated makeout session intensified minutes earlier, breathless and driven by need, he simply unzipped and freed his cock out of its confines.

The burn in your thighs intensified with every passing second, your trembling legs barely holding you upright as you struggled to maintain the punishing position. Each strained movement sent electric pulses through your body, your muscles taut and aching, yet utterly consumed by the way Dabi’s cock stretched and claimed your seeping cunt — relentless, demanding, leaving no inch untouched.

A sharp tug on your captured wrists wrenched you deeper into the overwhelming sensation, forcing your back into a perfect arch. The position left you entirely at his mercy. 

He spanked your ass, growling like an animal. “Faster, bitch. Fuck, I love how wet you are during these days.”

Every thrust pushed his veiny cock deeper, dragging over every sensitive spot deep within you, the stretch burning painfully. The obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room. 

His azure eyes, dark and hungry, locked on where his dick disappeared into your abused cunt, the wetness between your legs leaving a pearly shine on the rock-hard shaft that made his lips curl. “Look at that,” Dabi muttered, his voice low, gravelly, like the rough edge of sandpaper against your skin. His smirk widened as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke, the heat of his gaze fixed on your pussy making your stomach tighten. “Taking me so well. Bet no one’s ever stretched your little cunt like this before. Such a needy bitch. Who’d have thought you’d get so damn needy just from a kiss? Didn’t figure you were the type to melt just from someone else’s spit on your tongue."

“Dabi!” Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, your thighs trembling as you struggled to keep up with the pace of his hips pistoning into you and maintain the balance of the position. His cock was slamming into you without mercy.

“Keep going,” he commanded, his grip tightening on your wrists just enough to make you whimper, your body responding to his dominance even as it threatened to overwhelm you. “Don’t make me do all the fucking work.”

The sound of your slick pussy meeting the hilt of his cock filled the room, louder than it should’ve been. Your mind was teetering on the edge of coherence as the burn between your thighs grew more insistent. Your body moved instinctively, hips rolling back against him despite the strain, desperate for more.

Dabi’s grin widened as he watched you struggle, his cock twitching inside you at the sight of your flushed cheeks as you turned your head slightly to look at him while moaning his name like a whore. “Knew you’d be a good bitch for me,” Dabi praised, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Look at how perfect you are like this. Made to take my dick. Bent like a string, just for my pleasure.”

You improved the hold on your skirt up around your waist and slowed down your pace to gyrate your pussy on Dabi’s cock. You leaned forward just enough to give him an unobstructed view of your slick, thoroughly filled cunt, stretched and claimed by his cock, the lips of your slick pussy sliding up and down his throbbing shaft with each roll of your hips.

After a moment, Dabi continued to thrust into you rhythmically from below, deepening the penetration. The cigarette in his hand flared as he took another slow drag, the ember casting an orange glow across his face. He exhaled the smoke directly toward you, the sharp scent mixing with the sweat on your skin as he chuckled darkly. “Bet you’re close, doll,” he rasped, his voice rough and low. His free hand slid to your hip, gripping with bruising intensity, his long fingers digging into your flesh possessively. The cigarette still rested lazily between his index and middle finger, smoke curling in the air as he thrust up into you with brutal precision, forcing you to take every inch of him, deeper and harder. “Don’t stop riding my cock,” he commanded, his tone sharp but lazy, as though he was enjoying every second of your submission. “I want to see you work for the orgasm. Make me believe you deserve to cum.”

You straightened your back as much as you could, holding yourself upright with grace. 

Dabi’s eyes traced the perfect curve of your spine, from the dip of your lower back to the elegant line of your neck. 

Your ass pressed firmly against his lower stomach with every drop. Gasping for air, you leaned forward, bracing your hands on his knees, your back arching again. Slow at first, you started rolling your hips faster, twerking your ass in a way that made Dabi’s cock throb inside your abused pussy which already was clenching around him.

The white haired man watched your ass cheeks bounce with every move, every arch of your back perfectly calculated to drive him insane. 

You glanced back over your shoulder, a wicked, tired smirk playing on your slightly parted lips. “Do you like my ass?” You teased, voice sultry.

“Fuck yeah,” Dabi rasped, tightening his grip on your hips as his nails scraped along your skin. “Keep going,” Dabi replied, accenting his words with a sharp spank delivered to your left cheek.

You bent even further forward, reaching your hands out, spreading your butt even more for him while furiously riding his dick, going up and down on his shaft. 

Dabi’s cock was wet and shiny with your runny juices, gripped tightly by your pussy walls.

You ground the tip of your boyfriend’s cock into your g-spot as you bounced up and down, your clit repeatedly smashing into his clothed thighs. 

“That’s it,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he flicked ash into the tray beside him, the smoke curling lazily around his hand. “Good fucking girl. Look at you — so desperate, so fucking ruined.”

Your head tilted forward, gaze falling to where your bodies joined, where his cock thrust into you with relentless precision. The sight made your pulse race, the way your slickness coated his dick, creating rings of white juices that slowly streamed down his shaft to his base, the way every inch of him disappeared inside you to reappear a second later. 

He noticed where your attention was, and his smirk deepened, his hips shifting upward to meet yours in a sharp thrust that made your vision blur. “You like watching, don’t ya?” he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement as he exhaled another plume of smoke. “Bet you love seeing how fucking ruined you are for me.”

Dabi reached a hand with the cigarette out and stroked your cheek, but you abruptly turned your head, snagged one of his free fingers with your lips, and sucked the whole length into your warm mouth, not paying attention you might have got burnt by the cigarette. He groaned and pumped his hips up into you. You sucked harder on his digit, and lifted your pelvis up until only the head of his cock remained inside you. For a heartbeat, you hovered there, then slammed down against his jeans-coated lap.

Rose, slammed down, rose, slammed down, over and over.

"Love feelin' how wrecked that pretty pussy is, all stretched and ruined from takin’ my cock,” Dabi chuckled lowly, spanking your ass with his free hand.

The sound of his voice, the raw dominance in it, sent you over the edge. Your body clenched around him, trembling, and you gasped, barely able to catch your breath as waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you shaking in his grip. 

His smirk never faltered, his hand loosening slightly on your wrists as he let you collapse backward, your back pressing against his chest. Dabi erupted inside your cunt, spurt after spurt, but still keep thrusting.

Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the coil in your stomach tightening until it snapped, your second orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. Your legs trembled, your vision blurred, and your entire body shuddered as pleasure overwhelmed you being, your pussy clenching around his cock painfully as he groaned low and deep, still cumming inside of you.

Dabi held you there, pinned in place as you slowly rode out the aftershocks, your body trembling with exhaustion. His grin didn’t fade, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he finally released your wrists, letting them fall limp at your sides. “Good girl,” he murmured again, leaning back into the couch as he stubbed out his cigarette, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. 

Finally, you lifted yourself off him, feeling his unnaturally warm semen spill from your thoroughly fucked cunt, dripping onto his still-clothed lap. With a slow, deliberate grace, you stretched yourself lazily, his essence trailing down your trembling thighs in tantalizing streaks. Before you could even consider heading to the bathroom, his hand shot out with practiced precision, gripping your waist and yanking you back onto his lap. Your bare, overstimulated pussy, still slick and chilled from the cool air in the room, brushed against his cock — a touch that should have met soft flesh but instead found him thickening once more.

“Don’t ya dare thinking we’re even close to finished,” Dabi rasped, his breath hot against your ear before his teeth grazed the sensitive shell, sending a shiver down your spine as his calloused hands started fondling your tits. "I’m just getting started.”

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[nlovesbjh]

꒰ 지젤 ꒱ ── strawberry scent 𖥔 synopsis. . . for your girlfriend it's like a physical need just to touch or even look at your boobs, she's obsessed ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১

지젤 ／ 𝑠𝑢𝑏 reader ៸៸ non idol au smut ⟡ ⌢ . kissing nipple sucking petnames now is playing! . . honey by kehlani

𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒩. okay there's nothing crazy in this fic jst boobs obsessed aeri lol because after i saw THIS pic oh my fucking god it did something to me for sure. . .

you were very aware that giselle loved tits. your tits specifically. it was clear by the way she looked at them in public at any given moment when she could, she would literally take every possibility to gaze down at your boobs, absolutely shameless. yes, you would wear low cut tops and going out without bras just to see her reaction and prove your point that she was obsessed with your boobs. she was too weak to not look at them, why would she fight an urge to do that if they were right there infront of her, begging for attention?

the way her hands would always find a way to your tits while you two are cuddling in bed while watching a movie or making out, she would make a reason to touch them even at the softest moment you share together. she couldn't keep her hands to herself, it was like a reflex when her hands comes up just to touch your boobs, squeezing them in her palm like an anti-stress toy. it was, in fact, her favorite thing to do to relieve stress: touch or lick your breasts.

when giselle came home earlier today, as soon as she stepped inside and saw you looking so pretty in your lacy sleepwear, she lost it completely. that see-through dress was leaving nothing to imagination, the contour of your boobs was on a full display just for her and the only thing she could do is kiss you while pushing you towards the couch. giselle's kisses were impatient, sloppy and needy — she needed you. her hands slipped from your neck to hold your breasts when she whispered: "you'll let me play with your tits, right, baby?"

"aeri, please… c-can't…" you cried out as giselle wrapped her lips around your nipple, while her hand comes up to your other breast. her fingers teasing your sensitive skin, rolling your other nipple in between her fingers as she sucks gently. her tongue swirling around hardening bud, making it too hard for you to keep quiet.

emboldened by your needy whimpers, giselle's ministrations grew more intense. she nibbled and licked, alternating between two breasts, leaving trails of fire in your wake. she couldn't stop, wanting to give both of your perfect tits some attention like her life depends on it. she sucked harder, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while her fingers plucked and rolled the stiff peak. the sounds of your ragged breathing and wanton cries spurred her on, driving her to new heights of passion. "you taste so fucking good…"

"fuck," your hand comes up to her hair, nails digging into your girlfriends scalp as you held her tightly, trying to bring her impossibly closer to you. the wetness of her saliva on your skin and the feeling of her hot breath was making it difficult for you to not grind your clothed cunt against her thigh.

[1lovewony]

Our Secret

IVE Liz x Male Reader (Manager) Part 1 of Our Secret Series The laundry room was dimly lit, the only sound being the gentle hum of the washing machines. You were lost in thought, Liz's socks wrapped tightly around your throbbing erection. The fabric was still damp from the rain-soaked performance, and the scent of her feet filled your nostrils as you pumped your hips, imagining it was her touching you. Suddenly, the door creaked open. Your heart leapt into your throat as you froze, caught red-handed. Liz stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, slowly, a small smile spread across her face.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. Her voice was gentle, teasing even. You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. Liz walked closer, her hips swaying slightly. She knelt down in front of you, looking up at you through her lashes.

"I've known for a while," Liz repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've seen the way you look at me, especially when you think I'm not noticing." She reached out, her slender fingers brushing against your thigh. You shuddered at her touch, your cock twitching in the sock." Do you like imagining it's me touching you?" she asked, her hand slowly moving upward. Her fingers traced the outline of your erection through the fabric, making you gasp. "Yes," you admitted hoarsely. "Every night, Liz. I think about grabbing you and fucking you until you scream." Liz's eyes darkened with desire at your words. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the bulge in the sock. "Then why don't we make that fantasy a reality?" she murmured against your skin.

Your breath caught in your throat as Liz's words sank in. She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of innocence and temptation. Slowly, she stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. She pulled it off, revealing a simple white bra that struggled to contain her breasts. Your mouth went dry at the sight. "Are you sure about this, Liz?" you asked, your voice strained with desire and hesitation. "We can't undo this if we start." Liz smiled softly, stepping closer to you. "I'm sure," she whispered, pressing her body against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the softness of her breasts pushing against your chest. "I want this, Manager. I want you." With those words, she captured your lips in a kiss, her mouth moving hungrily against yours. Your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against you as you kissed her back fiercely.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and urgent. Liz's hands roamed over your chest, her fingers tracing the contours of your muscles. You gripped her hips tightly, grinding your erection against her. She moaned into your mouth, the sound sending a jolt of desire straight to your core. Breaking the kiss, Liz stepped back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and perfect, with rosy nipples that hardened under your gaze. She reached for the button of her jeans, popping it open and sliding them down her legs along with her panties. Standing before you completely naked, Liz looked like a goddess. Her skin was flawless, her curves soft and inviting. She bit her lip shyly as she waited for your reaction. "Touch me," she whispered. "Please." Unable to resist any longer, you stepped forward and cupped her breasts in your hands.

You kneaded her soft flesh, your thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Liz arched into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hands fumbled with the buttons of your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers. Once your shirt was open, she pressed herself against you, her naked body molding perfectly to yours. Your hands slid down her sides, over her hips, and onto the curve of her ass. You squeezed the firm flesh, pulling her even closer. Liz's legs wrapped around your waist as she clung to you, her breath coming in short gasps. "I need you," she panted against your neck. "Please, Manager. I've wanted this for so long." Her words spurred you on. You lifted her up and carried her to a nearby table, laying her down gently. Her legs fell open invitingly, revealing the glistening folds of her pussy. You couldn't resist any longer. You had to taste her.

You knelt between her legs, pressing soft kisses along her inner thighs. Liz trembled beneath you, her fingers threading through your hair. When your lips finally made contact with her core, she cried out, her hips bucking off the table. You licked and sucked at her folds, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal. Your tongue delved deeper, penetrating her tight channel as you sought out her most sensitive spots. Liz writhed beneath you, her moans growing louder and more desperate. "Yes," she gasped." Just like that. Don't stop." Her hands tightened in your hair as she ground herself against your mouth, chasing her pleasure. You could feel her walls fluttering around your tongue, signaling her impending orgasm. You redoubled your efforts, sucking hard on her clit as you fucked her with your tongue. Suddenly, Liz's body tensed.

Liz's body tensed, her back arching off the table as her orgasm crashed over her. She screamed your name, her pussy clamping down on your tongue as she rode out the waves of pleasure. You lapped at her, drawing out her climax until she collapsed back onto the table, panting heavily. As you stood up, Liz looked at you with hooded eyes. "That was incredible," she murmured. Then a mischievous smile spread across her face. "But I think it's time for payback," she said, sitting up and swinging her legs off the table." I saw what you were doing with my socks earlier." She stood and walked over to the laundry basket, pulling out a pair of clean socks. Holding them up, she looked at you with a playful smirk." Why don't you sit down and let me return the favor?" she suggested, slowly unrolling one of the socks."

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you should accept her offer. But the sight of Liz standing there with those socks, her naked body still flushed from her orgasm, was too tempting to resist. Slowly, you sat back down on the chair, your heart racing with anticipation. Liz knelt in front of you, her eyes locked on yours as she wrapped the sock around your hardening cock. The soft fabric felt incredible against your sensitive skin. She rolled it down slowly, teasingly, until it covered your entire length. She picked up the second sock and began to massage your balls with it, gently squeezing and rolling them in her palm. You groaned at the sensation, your hips lifting off the chair slightly. "Does that feel good?" Liz asked softly, her voice laced with desire. "Yes," you breathed. "So good." She smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of your sock-covered cock before taking it into her mouth.

Liz pulled back, releasing your cock from her mouth. She looked up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye and then slowly stood up. Turning around, she placed her feet on either side of your thighs and began to move them together, sliding the socks up and down your length. She used her toes to grip the sock, rolling it along your shaft with expert precision. The sensation was incredible - the soft pressure of the fabric combined with the warmth of her feet was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. You gripped the edges of the chair, your knuckles turning white as Liz worked her feet faster. Her calves flexed with each movement, her heels digging into your thighs for leverage. She leaned forward slightly, giving you a perfect view of her ass and pussy as she jerked you off with her feet. The sight was enough to push you closer to the edge.

"Do you like it?" Liz asked breathlessly, her feet never slowing their rhythm. "Do you like how I'm using my feet to jerk you off while I'm completely naked for you?" She glanced over her shoulder, catching your gaze and holding it. Her eyes were filled with a mix of desire and curiosity, waiting for your response. "Yes," you groaned, your hips bucking slightly into her touch. "God yes, Liz. It's incredible." She smiled at your words, seeming to take pride in pleasuring you this way. Her movements became more confident, more deliberate. She leaned back even further, arching her spine so that her ass was sticking out prominently. The position gave you an even better view of her glistening pussy lips, still wet from her earlier orgasm. "Maybe next time," she murmured teasingly," I'll let you fuck me with my feet too."

The thought of fucking Liz's feet sent a surge of arousal through you, pushing you even closer to the edge. Your breathing grew ragged as she continued to work her feet along your length, the socks slick with your pre-cum. "Please," you begged, your voice strained with need. "I'm so close, Liz." She glanced back at you again, her eyes dark with desire. "Come for me," she commanded softly. "Come all over my feet and socks." Her words were all it took to send you over the edge. With a loud groan, you felt your orgasm wash over you, your cock pulsing as it released into the sock wrapped around it. Liz kept moving her feet, milking every last drop from you as she watched with fascination. When you finally finished, she carefully unwrapped the sock from your sensitive flesh and held it up for inspection. It was soaked through with your cum.

Liz brought the sock to her nose and inhaled deeply, a small smile playing on her lips. "You smell so good," she murmured appreciatively. Then, to your shock, she began to lick the cum off the sock, her tongue swirling around the fabric to collect every last bit of your essence. She swallowed it down with a satisfied hum, her eyes never leaving yours. "Delicious," she said softly, dropping the clean sock onto the floor. "I think it's time for round two," Liz announced, standing up and turning to face you fully. Her pussy was still glistening with arousal, and you could see her nipples hardening again. "This time," she said with a wicked grin, "I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours." She climbed onto your lap, straddling your hips and grinding her wet folds against your already hardening member. "Are you ready for me?" she whispered against your lips.

You groaned as Liz's wet heat pressed against your growing erection. Your hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her flush against you. "Yes," you breathed, your voice husky with desire. "I'm ready for you." Liz reached between your bodies and guided your cock to her entrance. She was so wet that you slipped inside easily, her tight walls enveloping you completely. You both moaned at the sensation, savoring the feeling of being connected so intimately. Liz began to move, rocking her hips slowly as she adjusted to your size. "You feel so good inside me," she gasped, her head falling back in pleasure. "So big and hard." She started to ride you faster, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. You gripped her hips tighter, helping to lift her up and down on your cock. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the laundry room, mixing with your moans and groans of pleasure.

As Liz rode you faster, the line between manager and idol blurred completely. In that moment, you weren't just her manager anymore - you were her lover, her partner in pleasure. Her hands gripped your shoulders tightly as she bounced on your lap, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each movement. "Harder," she pleaded breathlessly, her eyes locked onto yours. "Fuck me harder, Manager. "The title rolled off her tongue like a dare, a challenge to push the boundaries even further. You obliged, gripping her hips and slamming her down onto your cock with increasing force. The room echoed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh and the desperate cries of pleasure from both of you. As your thrusts grew more powerful and erratic, you felt Liz's walls tightening around you. She was close to another orgasm. "Come with me," she gasped, her voice strained with impending release. "Fill me up, Manager." Her words pushed you over the edge.

With a loud groan, you buried yourself deep inside Liz as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cock pulsed violently, releasing stream after stream of hot cum into her waiting pussy. Liz screamed in ecstasy as she came undone on top of you, her walls clamping down on your spurting shaft and milking every last drop from you. You held her tightly against your chest as you both rode out the waves of pleasure, your bodies shaking and sweating in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking. Slowly, Liz collapsed against you, her face buried in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as you both struggled to catch your breath. "That was incredible," she murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your jawline. "I've wanted this for so long." She lifted her head to look at you, her eyes shining with affection and satisfaction. "Promise me we can do this again," she whispered."

You gently lifted Liz off your lap, setting her on her feet. She swayed slightly, still unsteady from the intensity of your lovemaking. You quickly cleaned yourself up and helped Liz gather her scattered clothes. "We should get back," you said softly, glancing at the door nervously. "Someone might come looking for us if we're gone too long." Liz nodded in understanding, a small frown tugging at her lips. She dressed hurriedly, smoothing down her hair and wiping away any signs of what had just occurred. She stepped close to you one last time, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before whispering, "Tonight. My dorm room. Midnight." With that promise, she slipped out of the laundry room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering scent of their passion in the air. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before heading back to your duties as Liz's manager.

AN: Liz is so fine

[merakiui]

Do you have any thoughts to share about the housewardens with a girlfriend with small boobs? I never see anything positive about that, maybe you have some?

Absolutely!!! :D time for small titty appreciation~

Riddle likes you as you are, regardless of the size of your chest, but if he’s being truthful he’s especially fond of the way your small boobs make his dick look bigger in comparison. ^^;; also, he once read a statistic that a person with smaller boobs is more sensitive than a person with bigger boobs. He’s determined to see if there’s any truth to that, and any statistic needs adequate evidence. :)

Leona doesn’t have much of a preference either way. Tits are tits. He likes them because they’re your tits, but if you really want an answer he’ll tell you it’s because they’re fun to play with when they’re so perky all the time. And they fit in his mouth so perfectly. But what does he know? He’s an ass man first.

Azul is a pervert and he’ll admit that one of the biggest appeals of your small tits, aside from the size itself, is the fact that it’s very appealing to hold them entirely in his hands, cupping them with ease and they won’t spill out. It’s even better when he’s in his mer form and his tentacles cover them completely, suckers latching onto a cute, pebbled nipple. >_< there’s something so erotic about your small tits and how a mark or two from his suckers could cover them almost completely. Size difference flips the switch in his tako hindbrain.

Kalim loves the way they look when pressed up against your shirt when you aren’t wearing a bra, hard nipples poking through in such a delicious way. Even better if the shirt is soaked and clinging to your chest, creating such a perfect contour. He just thinks it’s so pretty!!! He can’t help fawning over them. They’re so cute. He’s sorry if this isn’t the answer you were hoping for. He’s just hopelessly enthralled with you and your adorable tits.

Vil is a firm believer that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Maybe he’s biased because it’s you and he adores everything about you and your body from top to bottom. He thinks there are so many fashion styles and lingerie that can flatter those with smaller chests (just as it’s the same for those with bigger chests). Besides, more than a handful is a waste when you’re concerned. He enjoys being able to toy with your tits,,, especially when it’s so easy to get a hold of and grope them.

Idia has this mentality: flat is justice. Yeah, mega milk-sized tits are great and look amazing in the shirt, but he likes the perky pair you have. He also likes them because he has big hands and long fingers and it just looks really erotic when he has his hands on your chest. OTL he will defend small tiddies until the end of his days.

Malleus hopes your chest isn’t a point of insecurity for you because he thinks they’re divine. You’re asking him why he likes your chest? Well, if you had a bigger chest it may get in the way of hugs and skin to skin contact. :< there’s more of you to hug and hold when you have a small chest that doesn’t get in the way of that.